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why_do_you_write
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we all want to know
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unhinged
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because if i didn't get these words out of my head, it would explode.
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frAnk
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to chart the cartography of the soul that otherwise could not be mapped.
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silentbob
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i write because i cannot play. beacuse i cannot sing. i write because it is the one outlet next to crying i have to get out my feelings. and when i can't tell something to someones face, its easier to just write it.
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soia
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the thoughts rotate around in my head, trying to fit together.
when I get an approximate fit but there are too many pieces I write it down, so it will stay.
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010401
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blather
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to be great,
to be loved.
there is nothing more.
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dB
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Why do you breathe?
The answer to that question is the same as my answer to the other.
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birdmad
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because sometimes i lack the courage to say these things out loud
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nocturnal
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it's a mood, a time-killer, an escape, a release, a way to communicate while remaining hidden.
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misstree
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because you don't get anywhere unless you walk, and as anyone who remembers the old-school first person dungeons in video rpgs knows, a map comes in real handy.
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j_blue
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it satisfies my ego, to the pathetic degree that it does, that i allow
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green_tenedril
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written words solidify
the meaning to me
much better
and more permanently
than a spoken thing.
spoken words twist and
fade away
like something organic.
if it is written,
it is forever.
(even if the paper it is on burns...
even if the internet site dies...
it has been Stated.)
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ragueneau
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to recreate something in words is to be alive twice. ~chinese proverb
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guitar_freak
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To express every emotion that is battling every other emotion.
To explain myself to everyone else
To explain to myself
To make a difference in the soul of one person at a time.
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michelle*
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no one listens to how i feel.....maybe if i write them down, someone can read how i feel
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misstree
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to roll words around like a piece of fine steak, freshly seared soulmeat.
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the swinger of birches
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to give myself an explosion. i want to tell every poetic thing there is and make this wonderful photograph with it. if people can see through these lenses than they might be able to understand my thought process. if everyone did a little writing, it would be highly therapuetic, and hell, maybe we would have less stress. although in america i'm not sure if that's possible. whatever.
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Aimee
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because if I didn't I wouldn't be here today.
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010428
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anonymouse
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because i never want to lose anything i want to remember everything i want to know it as it happened every detail everything i dont ever want to lose anything
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blather grammar check
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do you ever want to use punctuation?
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guitar_freak
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i write to live
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Sonya
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I write because I can and there's no way I can forsake this ability.
I write about others in hopes that a bridge can be built or perhaps torn down.
I write because I refuse to be censored any longer.
I write for those in my life who cannot.
I write to stay between sanity and insanity.
Writing is my cloak, my lantern, and my elixir.
Imprisoned thoughts help no one.
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psychobabe
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GOd cuz it helps me
like a fucking drug
Its great, addicting
but damnit man, i wouldnt know shit
about being addicted to a drug
only to ciggarettes.
which really does sux
but yes, writeing different subject
i write cuz it helps
i write cuz it keeps me sane
i write to help me overcome
my own inner stuggles
bah, i write cuz i love it
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Lime Rider
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When things around you aren't satisfying...
what to do...
Let the words move out, and forget them the moment they leave my fingers...
And nothing but the mind will bring her back.
Write when I can not speak. Never think, live in the moment. What is the past worth now, when forever is at hand?
Free the spirit once more, to be happy again.
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Joana.
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Because words is life.
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020508
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bethany
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because i used to speak and it got me in trouble
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020508
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silentbob
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catharsis
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020508
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birdmad
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what the fuck else am i gonna do?
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peyton
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I write to look back upon what I've said and go, "I remember that.."
I write because I see everyone else doing it, and I suppose I'd feel a shade guilty if I didn't contribute
I write to turn myself inside out, and then I pray for something out there to turn it right again
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pilgrim
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To test my Internet Connections
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020509
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wisdom torch
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to know what i believe.
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020509
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chiidi
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because i can't remember morse code and i cant do smoke signals worth a damn either
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020509
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Dafremen
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Because damned them if they won´t be born these creative children of mine. I love them all...even the ugly ones. Enjoy the show...that´s what it´s there for.
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angie
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to vent. my feelings, emotions, frustrations...all of it. everything. i go on blather crazes...then i dont write at all. i think i might have written 100 in like...an hour one nite. crazy
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bijou
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because "it's beautiful and it's sad, and it's all that i have."
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021016
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rollins
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this writing stitches wounds together
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021016
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Freak
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to sort out and unclutter my thoughts
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021017
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jinx
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Because I am emotion. I am human. I_have_words.
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021019
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sense
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Because I'm 19, I've never had a girlfriend, and I most likely never will.
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belly fire
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to feel
to remember
to be
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021019
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belly fire
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to feel
to remember
to be
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021019
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belly fire
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most of the time it's my own subjectivity that confounds me...sometimes words are the only real things.
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Jarec
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because nobody ever listens, but everyone reads........
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021021
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some illiterate son of a bitch
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not me
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icewater
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only out of necessity.
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hailey
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I write because it can be so scary, so revealing of your character even when you deny it. I'll try to run from it sometimes, but it is more thrilling when you try to be brave.
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kerry
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because i am full of shit
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021205
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you are NOT!
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kerry, why on earth do you say that?
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kerry
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i dont know
because it's true
here's a question for you.... why don't you put your real name, huh?
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"that person"
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because it doesn't really matter who I am.
I think you write wonderfully, and that's all you need to know.
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kerry
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WHY i write has nothing to do with what ends up coming out.
i wasn't like attacking my own writing or anything. thanks for your encouragement but
i'm confused... what you thought i meant must not have been what i meant at all.
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"that person"
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sorry, then.
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mcdougall
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why not?
Writing makes me feel expressed and individual, and if I'm lucky what I write will inspired you to be to be expressed and individual also, or to write.
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nom)
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fuck if i know
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misstree
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to make it real
to share in return
to worship words
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APRicochetMVP
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to vent my feelings. there's a line that shows up on the screen when you post on one of the [adult swim] message boards. it says "when writing, be sure to vent your spleen." it's amazing how this site helps me unwind at the end of the day.
also because words can be very powerful. it's actually a felony to yell the words "rape" and "fire" in a crowded room. you can yell any other words and be fine.
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nom)
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what about bomb?
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Sonya
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Writing is one of very few ways that I can keep my sanity in check.
Sometimes I border on lunacy.
Sometimes my mind is dirty and I just need to give it a bath and pull the thoughts out into words.
Sometimes I just want to SCREAM but I can't because all that comes out is silence. So I write. I hope. I continue to dream.
I wish I knew some of you in real life. I have often read the feelings and thoughts expressed and wished that I could have just a few moments to talk to you and get to know you and laugh with you or even cry with you. But we are all strangers in a sea of strangers.
Sometimes I write because I have the small hope that my words touch someone else the way all of your words touch me.
I read the stories about imaginary people and find myself taken away from a sometimes stressful, weighted life.
Perhaps the question is not always why do I write. Perhaps it's "why do you read?"
the dreaming feline
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zeke
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because i must.
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050812
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl
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or perhaps
'why are you reading when you could be writing too?'
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flux
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(see): my_poetry_sucks
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unhinged
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still the first one
but_also
my mind whirs. sometimes it moves so fast i make myself sick. writing it down focuses me. sometimes the shit just pours out of me and i need to write it down. im not sure why; its sort of a compulsion. one of my healthier compulsions.
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past
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i'm the same unhinged. except it comes in bursts. and usually when i'm doing the least well. happiness kills the words. or are they just expressed through life and don't need to be written?
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unhinged
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i feel like whenever i have written about my happiness it disappears so now i try to keep it hush hush so i dont jinx it
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raze
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because if i didn't i think i would implode.
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raze
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(and i'm just now seeing that i said almost the same thing you did twenty years ago.)
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tender square
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because i don't know who i am without it; because i don't know what i think or feel or believe until i put it into text.
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tender square
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because i'm afraid i will forget it all; my memory deceives me, erases all the things that are too painful or too bright to bear witness to.
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unhinged
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because 'you gotta feel it to heal it'
we had been friends for years before we dated; he had run away to las vegas and picked up a meth addiction while he was stripping. some official person of his recovery when he came back told him to keep a journal.
that was almost twenty years ago. now journaling is a rather mainstream therapeutic tool
because words were my first love. i made my mother read my favorite story so many times when i was so little i didn't know how to read that i had memorized the words on each page; my mother would point at a page and i would recite it. it was our little parlor trick that we did for other grown ups. my little memory was so good that the other adults thought i could read. my mom would just laugh and shake her head in amazement 'no. she can't read yet. she just has made me read this book so many times that she remembers.' but the fact that i could recite the pages out of order left a couple people thinking my mom was lying. my mom saved that book in her nightstand for decades so i could read it to my kids. she packed it up and moved it across the country with her. several years ago she brought it out while i was visiting and the drawings on the cover were still familiar 'i was saving this for you so you could read it to your kids but it doesn't seem like you are going to have any.' i had been saying i wouldn't have kids since my first bad bouts of depression in college. i vigorously shook my head 'no i'm not.' 'well do you want to take it back to seattle anyways?' i got a big smile on my face and as i took the book from her i gave her a big hug.
when i was old enough for school adults started asking me what i wanted to be when i grew up. before i discovered the violin my answer always was 'i want to write stories when i grow up.' many of them tried to dissuade me 'what about a doctor? you're so smart you could be a doctor.' i would shake my head and laugh 'noooo...i wanna write stories.'
here i am thirty five years later
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kerry
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because i always have
because i don't know what else to do
because it's difficult
because it's a compulsion
because i don't always know how i feel or what i think until i write it
and maybe a little bit because of melissa and danny
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ovenbird
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Like many others, I write because there is an internal compulsion to do so. I often write by hand, with a fountain_pen, because the tactile experience of putting ink on paper forges connections in my brain more effectively than anything else. I write to find coherence in the mess of memories and experiences jostling for attention in my brain. I write to understand my own motivations, to record my life story, and to communicate. I think I am more articulate in print because writing something down allows me a few moments to decide what I want to say. Having to commit to a narrative verbally can feel terrifying. Reading and writing are the two main tools I use to explore the world and also one of the primary ways I like to connect with people. There’s little I love more than a hand written letter. I think I would have done well in an era when that was a more common form of correspondence. I think words are the way my mind plays. I’ve never liked typical games, but I am always drawn to words and the worlds they can build.
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what's it to you?
who
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